This is the first statue erected for him, and also the most magnificent and solemn one.

In the past, when Xie Lian saw this kind of "himself", he always accepted it calmly and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. But at this moment, he felt that this huge statue with dazzling golden light was extremely unfamiliar, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Is this really me?"

Over there, Feng Xin and Mu Qing were checking to see if there were any trapped people who hadn’t been discovered. Xie Lian’s confusion flashed across his mind, and he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the crowd gradually calm down.

But before he could completely relax, he suddenly felt a pressure coming from his body, and Xie Lian's heart immediately tensed up.

After all, that tower is too high and too heavy.

The statue seemed to be struggling, its hands trembling, its feet sinking, and its tall golden body being bent a little, but its smile remained unchanged. Seeing this, Xie Lian immediately summoned the spell again. But when he cast the spell, he felt a chill in his heart. Not only did the golden statue not stand up, it actually bent a little more, and it looked like it was about to collapse.

Xie Lian’s hands also began to tremble. He had never felt this way before. In his understanding, he would hit any mountain and it would fall down; he would stamp his feet and the ground would shake. But this thing he had never felt before was called “not being able to do what one wants”.

As a last resort, Xie Lian gritted his teeth, flew up, sat down at the foot of the huge golden statue, and suddenly raised his hand again to summon the magic formula. This time he personally went into battle, and the golden statue really rose again, raised its head sharply, and propped up the tilted sky tower again!

Although he had managed to bear it, Xie Lian's back and heart were already covered in cold sweat. And countless people inside and outside the palace, unaware of his inability to speak out, had already knelt down in front of the golden statue, shouting, "In the midst of national crisis, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has appeared!"

"Your Highness, please save us!"

"Save the people! Protect the common people!"

Xie Lian gritted his teeth for a while and said reluctantly, "Everyone please stand up, move away, move away, don't gather here, I..." At this point, he found that he was out of breath. His voice was drowned out by the shouting like a tide. The more he tried to make it louder, the more insignificant he felt. Xie Lian took a deep breath and was about to shout, but a hand suddenly grabbed his ankle. He lowered his head and saw that it was Qi Rong. He hurriedly said, "Qi Rong, go down and tell everyone not to gather here, or they will collapse!"

These words came out of his mouth without thinking, and when Xie Lian realized what he had said, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

In the past, he would never have said such words, let alone thought such a thing. Even if the sky was about to fall, he believed that he could hold on. But now, he discovered something extremely scary: he no longer believed.

Not only did people no longer believe him, but he himself no longer dared to believe himself!

Qi Rong said casually: "How could it collapse? Aren't you holding it up?"

After hearing this, Xie Lian's heart trembled again. Qi Rong didn't notice his slightly blue face at all, his eyes glowed green, and he said, "Cousin, let me help you."

Xie Lian was stunned and asked, “You help me? How can you help me?”

Qi Rong said without hesitation: "Didn't you say you knew how to create the human face plague? Tell me the method, and I will help you curse the people of Yong'an. I will help you kill them!"

...He was hiding under the bed and heard everything the three people said!

Xie Lian was so angry that he felt powerless: "You...you are just fooling around! Do you know what a curse is?"

Qi Rong said nonchalantly: "I know. Isn't it just a curse? Cousin, let me tell you, I am very talented in this area. I often curse my father. I suspect he was cursed to death by me. You..."

“…” Xie Lian couldn’t bear to listen any longer and said, “Just leave.”

Qi Rong hurriedly said, "No! No! Fine, you don't have to tell me how to curse, then tell me...how can I avoid getting the Human Face Plague?"

Xie Lian’s heart sank, and Qi Rong said again: “You know that, right? You know why the soldiers won’t be infected, right? Cousin, can you tell me why, please?”

There were many palace people gathered nearby, and there were countless ears listening. Xie Lian was afraid that the news would leak out and cause trouble, so he kept silent. But someone really couldn't hold back, looked up and asked, "Your Highness, is this true?"

"Do you really know how to cure the human face plague?!"

"Then why don't you say it?"

The same green light as Qi Rong flashed in those people’s eyes. Xie Lian tightly closed his mouth, and a few words uttered between his teeth: “No! I don’t know!”

The crowd was in a small commotion, but not a big one. At this time, Feng Xin came back and saw Qi Rong lying next to Xie Lian from a distance and shouted, "What are you doing!"

Xie Lian immediately said, “Feng Xin, take him away!”

Feng Xin came over in response, but Qi Rong suddenly grabbed Xie Lian and said eagerly, "Cousin, you will definitely defeat and drive away all the people in Yong'an, right? You will protect us, you will! Right?"

If it were a few months ago, maybe Xie Lian would have answered loudly with full of enthusiasm: "I will protect you!" But now, he didn't dare. Qi Rong was extremely excited, and Xie Lian looked at him with a little confusion. Because he knew very well that Qi Rong was not the kind of person who would worry about the country and the people. Even if the country was in danger, he should be mostly afraid, why was he so excited? After a moment, he suddenly remembered something. Qi Rong's father seemed to be from Yong'an.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Qi Rong's voice suddenly became shrill: "Crown Prince cousin! You're not really going to just leave it alone, are you? Are we just going to let others abuse and humiliate us like this? Don't we have any way to deal with it?!"

After hearing his question, Xie Lian felt sad because he realized that Qi Rong was right. Facing such a situation, he really... had no solution at all!

Feng Xin said, "I will ask the king to put him in confinement again."

Qi Rong was still struggling after being taken away by him, and shouted: "You must hold on. You must not fall!"

Can’t fall!

Xie Lian also knew that he couldn’t fall. Even if the people nearby had evacuated, the Sky Tower couldn’t fall. If it fell, not only would the century-old imperial palace here be destroyed, but the main trunk of Shenwu Street and many houses would also be smashed to pieces. Moreover, the tower also contained countless rare treasures and century-old scrolls left by ancestors from past generations, which could not be moved all at once. If the Sky Tower fell, everything would be gone. And the aura of the capital of Xianle Kingdom, which it guarded, would be completely cut off.

However, his magic power, like the water source of Yong'an, seemed to be drying up. In order to support this huge golden statue, he could not leave this place for the time being. He could only leave the defense of the city to Feng Xin and Mu Qing, and stay where he was, meditating quietly. Because this five-meter-tall golden statue was originally a statue of the emperor in the Tai Cang Mountain Huangji Temple, Xie Lian summoned it here. The original believers had no statue to worship, so they flocked here and prayed for it under the open sky. Although this is the imperial palace, outsiders should not be allowed to enter, but firstly, the underground cave collapsed a section of the palace wall and could not be enclosed, secondly, the situation in the imperial city of Xianle Kingdom was in chaos and there were not enough people to manage it, and thirdly, they were afraid of arousing public anger and causing unrest, so they had to let them in.

Xie Lian sat down in a place, and the king and queen came to visit him every day. He spent several days in a daze, supporting the tower with all his strength while accumulating strength to wait for an opportunity to withdraw. The king was no more relaxed than him, his hair was completely gray, and he was clearly in his prime, but he seemed to be over fifty. When the father and son met, they looked at each other without saying a word, but they were much more harmonious than before.

The Queen had watched Xie Lian grow up, and had only seen her beloved son's graceful and elegant appearance. Now she saw him standing here, enduring the wind, sun, and rain, and refusing to let anyone get too close to him to shade him. She felt sad, and personally held an umbrella for him under the scorching sun. After holding it for a while, Xie Lian was afraid that she would get tired from standing for too long, so he said, "Mother, go back, I don't need it. Don't get close to here, and don't send anyone close, I'm afraid..."

What was he afraid of? He was hesitant to speak. The queen turned her back to the believers gathered here, and after enduring for a long time, she couldn't help crying: "My son, you have suffered. You... why are you suffering so much!"

In order to cover up her haggard look, the queen wore heavy makeup. Her tears washed away her makeup, revealing that she was just a woman who had lost her youth. She felt sorry for her son and cried for him, but she didn't dare cry loudly, for fear of being discovered by the people behind her. The king supported her shoulders, and Xie Lian also looked at her in a daze.

Whenever a person suffers, the first person they think of is the one who loves them the most. For Xie Lian, this person is undoubtedly his mother. Maybe it's useless to say it, but after days of suffering, one cut after another, at this moment, he really wants to turn back into a ten-year-old child and cry in his mother's arms.

However, to this day, all the paths he has taken are his own. His parents are already in a very difficult situation, and so many people are looking at him eagerly. He must not show any weakness. If even he can't stand it, who else can?

So, Xie Lian said against his will, “Mother, don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m not suffering at all.”

Only he himself knows whether it is painful or not.

After several palace servants helped the king and queen away, looking back every step of the way, Xie Lian was exposed to the scorching sun again, and closed his eyes drowsily. After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes. Dusk was falling in the sky, the setting sun was fading, and there were only a few believers left below.

But when he lowered his head, he saw a small flower lying alone not far away from him.

Xie Lian wasn’t quite sure when the flower appeared there, so he freed one hand and picked it up.

It was a very small flower. The snow-white flower, the clear green calyx, the thin stem, still covered with dew, like tears, looked very pitiful. The faint fragrance seemed familiar, inconspicuous but refreshing.

He couldn't help but hold the flower tightly, close to his heart.

At this moment, a sudden smell of blood overwhelmed the delicate fragrance of flowers. Xie Lian raised his head, his eyes were full of flowers, and a figure rushed towards him, roaring: "Why! Why!!"

Xie Lian was startled, and waved his sleeves to dismiss the man, trying to pull himself together and said, “Who is it?”

The man was waved away by his sleeve, and rolled on the ground for several rounds. Xie Lian still had to hold up the five-meter-tall golden statue, and did not dare to stand up or approach, but he recognized who this man was at once. This man had only one leg - he was the young man who had given him an umbrella and whose leg he had cut off with his own hands!

The young man was covered in blood, and his palms were stained with blood. He had actually crawled all the way here using his hands and feet, leaving a horrifying bloodstain on the ground. He barely sat up, and Xie Lian asked in astonishment, "How did you get out? Aren't you recuperating in the Undesolate Forest?"

The young man did not answer him, but crawled towards him using his hands and feet. Because he only had one leg, he looked very scary. Xie Lian said, "You...!"

The young man suddenly lifted up the trouser leg of his only remaining right leg and asked, "Why!"

Looking closely, I saw a distorted human face on his right leg!

At this moment, one of the things Xie Lian was most worried about actually happened. If he hadn’t been sitting down, he would have fallen down. The young man slapped the ground and yelled, “Why did you cut off my legs? I still got sick again! My legs are gone too! Why? Give me back my legs! Give me back my legs!”

He could still vividly remember the smile on the young man’s face when he stuffed the umbrella into his hand that day. But now he looked like a madman. The contrast was too tragic. Xie Lian’s mind was in a mess. He was confused and trembling, “I…”

It took him a long while to react and said, "I...I'll help you!"

After saying that, he immediately cast a spell to suppress the evil spirit of the plague on the young man's leg. Unexpectedly, there were wailing sounds all around, and three or four more people rushed over, all crying, "Your Highness, save me!" "Your Highness, save me!"

"Your Highness, look at my face. I cut off half of it, but why hasn't it healed yet? Why? How can I heal it?"

"Your Highness, look at me, look at what I have become!"

Bloody scenes were forced in front of him one after another. Xie Lian’s eyes widened, his hands waved in an unknown direction, and he muttered, “I don’t want to see it, I don’t want to see it, I don’t want to see it!”

It turned out that after the human-faced plague patients in the Unforgettable Forest collectively relapsed, a major chaos finally broke out. They actually broke through the soldiers and doctors who were guarding them, and all ran out to find him!

Since they have already escaped, if the virus is not quickly suppressed, the human-faced plague will spread even faster. Xie Lian closed his eyes and tried to use his strength to help these people suppress the virus and temporarily relieve the pain. However, as soon as he suppressed it, more people rushed to him: "Your Highness, there is still me! Help me too!"

Surrounded by more than a dozen people, Xie Lian felt as if the golden statue above him was about to fall. He was panicking and said, “Wait a minute, wait a minute! I…”

One person couldn't help but said, "I can't wait any longer. I don't want to wait any longer. I've waited too long!"

"Your Highness, why did you treat him but not me?"

Gradually, the voices surrounding him changed:

"Why is it that when you treated him, all his symptoms disappeared, but when you treated me, I didn't feel much better? Aren't you a god? How can this be so unfair! I want fairness!"

Xie Lian argued, “No, I’m not being unfair. This isn’t my problem. It’s just that your illnesses are different…”

"You can either not help or help to the end. What does it mean to quit now? Is it up to you?"

Xie Lian was a little out of breath and said, “I’m not giving up, I just… need to wait a while…”

"Do you know how to cure this disease?"

Xie Lian opened his mouth: “I…”

"You know why you won't tell us?!"

Xie Lian held his head and said, “I don’t know!”

"You're lying! I've heard it from others, you clearly know it! I see through you, you refused to tell us, just to make us beg you like this all the time so that you can cheat us out of our offerings! Liar, you're a liar!"

"What is the method? Tell me now, why don't you tell me now!!!"

Xie Lian's face was pale, his eyes were empty, and he was pushed around by countless hands, and some hands had already grabbed his neck viciously. Then, the funniest scene appeared. He was clearly a god, but at this moment, a weak voice in his heart shouted: "...Help me——"

It seemed like someone was pulling those hands apart, but it also seemed like no one was. He was not very clear, but he knew that these people with blood scars on their faces and missing arms and legs seemed to want to tear him into pieces and eat them. After an unknown amount of time, a horn like the cry of ghosts came from the distance. Everyone was only concerned with their own crying and tearing, not paying any attention to the horn, but Xie Lian suddenly shuddered. Because he knew that it was the horn of the victory of the Yongan people!

He could no longer sit still, or could no longer hold on, so he leaned forward and knelt down in front of him. At the same time, the five-meter-tall golden statue above him, which he had been holding up for several days, also followed his movements and collapsed in an instant as if it had lost its life.

With a loud rumbling sound, the tall and heavy sky tower pressed down and shattered into pieces along with the golden statue!

The golden body itself would not break. However, because Xie Lian poured too much of his magic power into it, hoping that it could support the Sky Tower, it had already become extremely fragile. The patients who escaped from the Undead Forest fled, died, or were injured. People in the palace and the streets were running wildly, some hiding from the fragments of the Sky Tower, and some hiding from the extremely terrifying human-faced patients. Xie Lian covered his head with his hands, stumbled, and ran all the way to the gate of the imperial city.

The tower was on fire, black smoke billowed, Xie Lian rushed up to the tower, brushing past countless soldiers who were retreating in panic. On the tower he didn't know what to do, he could only look down blankly with a face full of black ash and tears that had flowed down from nowhere. In his blurred vision, corpses were everywhere, and only a white figure stood in the battlefield, with his sleeves fluttering. That figure was not a boy, but a young man. He turned around and saw him from afar, and waved his hand in a chic manner, as if he was about to leave.

Seeing this, Xie Lian shouted, “Don’t go!!!”

The first two times he met him, he was wearing fake skin, but Xie Lian had a hunch that this time, he must be the real one! So, he climbed over the wall without hesitation and jumped off the tower.

In his life, Xie Lian had jumped from great heights countless times. Relying on his great magical powers and superb martial arts, he was able to land safely every time. Every time, he was proud and satisfied. Every time, it was a standard scene of a celestial being appearing in a myth. But this time, he was no longer a myth.

As soon as he landed, he lost his balance and leaned to the side. A piercing pain instantly spread from his legs throughout his body.

He broke his leg.

·

A broken leg is actually not a big deal, it will heal quickly. However, from that day on, Xie Lian seemed to have become a different person.

He seemed to have lost his soul, no longer having the awe-inspiring power he once had. After losing the first battle, there was the second, the third... He didn't want to draw his sword, nor did he want to go into battle, but since there was no one else to stand in his place, he had no choice but to go. On the battlefield, he didn't slack off, he really tried his best, but for some reason, even though he was only a young man in his twenties, his hand holding the sword began to tremble like an old man in his twilight years.

He was trembling with fear, and he himself could not clearly tell who or what it was that frightened him. Later, the soldiers who had respected him very much gradually lost their patience with him.

Xie Lian knew that many people had begun to spread the rumor: What kind of martial god is this? He must be the god of plague!

But he couldn't refute anything. It was because Xie Lian himself was also doubting: Could it be that he really had become the God of Plague?

If that were all, it would be fine. For Xianle Country, the real disaster was the human-faced plague, which finally got completely out of control.

Five hundred people, one thousand people, two thousand people, three thousand people... In the end, Xie Lian no longer dared to ask how many people had been infected today.

As if it was the final verdict on him, on this day, the heaven finally opened its doors to him and conveyed a message to him: Your Highness the Crown Prince, it is time to return to heaven.

It was self-evident what was waiting for him on this trip back. Feng Xin and Mu Qing were both a little uneasy. Xie Lian, however, was thinking about something else. He said to the two of them, "Before I leave, I want to visit one more place."

Feng Xin said, "Where are you going?"

Xie Lian said, “Huangji Temple.”

After a moment of silence, Feng Xin said, "Don't go."

Xie Lian had already walked out on his own. Feng Xin said, “Your Highness!” He couldn’t stop him, so he had no choice but to follow him with Mu Qing.

The three of them hiked up the mountain.

Huangji Temple, this is where Xie Lian's first temple was built, and it is also where his first statue was completed. However, at the request of the national teacher, the three thousand disciples had already been sent down the mountain, and now Huangji Temple is just an empty temple.

When they reached the middle of the mountain, Xie Lian looked down. He saw clusters of bright flames everywhere in the imperial city, reflecting the starry sky, which was very beautiful. Feng Xin was extremely angry and cursed, "What a bunch of lunatics!"

Xie Lian stared at the fire. Feng Xin said again, “Stop looking at it! What’s so good about it?”

During this period, Feng Xin scolded Xie Lian countless times: Do you like to make yourself suffer or what? But in fact, Xie Lian didn't know what he wanted. He only knew that as long as he saw another palace or temple being burned or smashed, he couldn't control himself and had to go and see it in person. After seeing it, he didn't say anything, and he couldn't stop it, just stood there and watched. What's so good about it? He didn't know.

At this time, a fire also lit up on Taizi Peak. Feng Xin was shocked and said, "Why did they not even let go of Huangji Temple?! Were the graves of these people dug up or..."

He shut up before he finished speaking, because he remembered that the pain and torture that many people in Xianle Country were suffering was even worse than the joke of "having their ancestors' graves dug up".

However, the fire was not big at first. It burned for a while and then went out again, as if it was put out by someone. This shocked Feng Xin. Because in these days, only people dared to set fires, and no one dared to put out fires. If someone tried to persuade or stop the group of vicious people from setting fire and destroying the temple, they would be treated as the "plague god" Xie Lian himself and beaten to death. For this reason, the three of them no longer dared to show their spirits in front of mortals, and all of them hid their bodies.

The three of them heard the sound of fighting all the way up the mountain. When they arrived at Prince Peak, they found that the Fairy Palace had been torn down to pieces. Only the frame of a large hall and the four walls were left. There was no statue on the huge altar. A group of people were fighting in front of the door of the dilapidated hall, shouting, "You bastard! You little brat! Did you take your wife's virginity here or something? Do you think this shabby temple is your life?!"

Xie Lian knew at a glance that this group of people definitely did not come to destroy his temple out of anger, but were just a group of refugees who were eager to create chaos in the world, and they came to burn the temple for the sake of looting or just for fun. But now, he didn't care who exactly destroyed his temple. At this moment, in the midst of the fight, a young man's extremely fierce voice pierced the night sky: "Get out!!!"

Listening carefully, it turned out that it was a man fighting with a group of people. Moreover, this man was only in his teens, a half-grown child, but he refused to show weakness and was not defeated. But after all, it was one against many, and the boy's face was covered with blood and bruises, all of which were scars, and his face could not be seen clearly. Feng Xin said: "This kid will definitely be a hero when he grows up!"

At this moment, a man suddenly appeared with a sinister look in his eyes. He picked up a large stone from the ground and was about to smash the boy’s head with it. Seeing this, Xie Lian waved his hand, and the stone bounced back and hit his own face. He screamed and his nose bled. The boy was stunned, then turned around and raised his fists to beat him violently. His beating was so terrifying that a group of adults ran away. They pointed at him and said in a bluffing manner, “Damn it! Wait! Wait for me to bring people to deal with you!”

The young man sneered and said, "I will kill you if you dare to come!"

The group was so frightened that they ran even faster. After the young man finished cursing, he rushed to the extinguished fire and stomped on it several times, crushing the sparks to death. Then he went into the hall, picked up a piece of paper from the ground, smoothed it carefully, and hung it in the air. Finally, he leaned against the altar and sat on the ground in a trance.

Xie Lian approached and lightly flew onto the altar, and found that what the young man had hung in the air was actually a painting. The strokes were immature, and it was obvious that it was drawn by someone who had never learned to paint. However, every stroke was carefully drawn, and it looked like a picture of the prince pleasing the gods. It seemed that this was used to replace the statue that he had summoned away. Feng Xin said, "It's a very good painting!"

After so many days, Feng Xin finally met someone who was willing to defend Xie Lian. Just now, he was so excited that he wanted to help him fight. Now, he naturally felt that everything about this young man was good. Mu Qing lowered his eyes, his eyes flickered, as if he remembered something, but he didn't say anything. Xie Lian raised his hand and gently touched the painting.

It wasn't that obvious, just like a breeze blowing past. The young man suddenly raised his head from his knees, his scarred face seemed to be instantly lit up, and he said, "Is it you?"

Feng Xin was surprised and asked, "Why is this kid so cunning?"

Mu Qing said, "Let's go."

Xie Lian nodded slightly and was about to turn around when the young man rushed to the edge of the altar, breathing slightly hurriedly, and said, “I know it’s you! Your Highness, don’t leave, I have something to tell you!”

Hearing this, the three of them were stunned. The young man seemed extremely nervous and clenched his fist and said, "Although your palace was burned down, but... don't be unhappy. I will build you more, bigger, more magnificent palaces that no one can compare to. No one can compare to you. I will definitely do it!"

“…”

The three of them were silent.

This young man was in ragged clothes, with a dirty face, bruised face and miserable appearance, yet he spoke such ambitious and bold words, which was really ridiculous. I wonder what he felt. As if he was afraid that his voice could not reach the other party, he put his hands to his mouth and shouted to the painting on the altar: "Your Highness! Do you hear me? In my heart, you are God! You are the only God, you are the real God! Do you hear me?!"

He shouted so loudly that the entire Taicang Mountain echoed with it: - Did you hear it!

Xie Lian suddenly laughed out loud. This laugh was so abrupt that Feng Xin and Mu Qing were both startled. Xie Lian laughed and shook his head. The young man naturally couldn't hear it, but he seemed to sense something, and looked around with a sharp gaze. Suddenly, a drop of cold water fell on his cheek. The young man suddenly opened his eyes wide, and in an instant, a snow-white reflection appeared in his eyes. He blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, the reflection disappeared.

Seeing that Xie Lian had actually revealed himself for a moment, Feng Xin said, “Your Highness, you just…”

Xie Lian was confused and said, “Just now? Oh, my magic power is gone, I just couldn’t control it for a moment.”

The young man stood up straight and rubbed his eyes, as if he was still trying to retain the fleeting shadow. But Xie Lian closed his eyes for a while and said, "Forget it."

Finally, he got a reply, but it was just these three words. The young man's eyes lit up at first, and the corners of his mouth rose, then he was startled again, and the curve of his mouth gradually fell, and he said: "...What? Forget what?

Xie Lian sighed and said to him gently, "Forget it."

The young man was stunned and said nothing. Xie Lian muttered to himself again, "Forget it. Soon no one will remember it anyway."

Hearing this, the young man opened his eyes wide, and suddenly tears silently flowed from his eyes, leaving a pale mark on his face. His Adam's apple moved, and he said, "I..."

Feng Xin seemed a little reluctant and said, "Your Highness, stop talking. You have violated the rules again."

Xie Lian said, “Well, I won’t say any more. But, I’ve already violated so many rules, so a few more words won’t hurt.”

He did not let the young man hear this again. The three of them stepped down from the altar and walked out of the ruined hall. The night wind blew, and Xie Lian shook his head.

He was still a priest, so it was impossible for him to feel "cold". However, at this moment, he really felt the bone-chilling cold.

Unexpectedly, the young man who was left behind by them suddenly murmured in the hall: "No."

He clearly couldn't see Xie Lian and the others, but he found the right direction accurately, rushed out, and said to their backs: "No!"

The three of them turned around and saw the young man's eyes, breathtakingly bright in the dark, and his face full of scars, looking angry, sad, happy, and mad.

In the midst of surging tears, he said: "I will never forget.

"I will never forget you!!!"